(Mmkay, so these few that are on the lake, they don' believe that the humans are real because when they go to investigate Clydes story, they're all gone on leave because they're workers and they've been called to another station or whatever. So the waterfowl say that the beavers did all the tree cutting and Clyde has a screw loose and go on their merry way.
A couple months later, a young un shows up wanting help because the humans have destroyed her home. They don't connect the dots, they don't believe her. But Clyde and a few others do. They are about to fly over there to investigate, but the leaders won't let them because they 'can't afford to loose half our warriors on some gallovant'. And the few that aren't warriors can't go even if they wanted to because they are not strong enough to face the winter headwinds.
So Clyde, being the freeloading goofball that he is, won't go either. So this little young un is stuck there oer winter. Meanwhile, mountain cats are on the prowl, and wipes out whoever is found outside the safety of Winter Cliffs (just above the Lake.) So the leaders become worried about that, as well as food being scarce because the pond is freezing up early this year and to add to that, their food stores get broken into by squirrels.
The ducks decide to fly South, (more on that in a minute) and the lake-goers move down the mountain to get away from the cold. On their way down, these misfits re-discover the human logging operation, now in full swing. A village is being put up, with pens of chicky-pets and other such revolting sights. They investigate further. Some are drawn to the warmth and cush of the chicky-pet pens, but the rest fly back to alert the waterfowl. But when they get there, its empty. They wander about, with nary a feather of a clue. Then Clyde rounds the corner, and tells them the news. The mountain cat struck. The geese flew South, but the powerful swan leader is wounded, and their flock has moved downstream.
Now we believe the young 'un. Now we see the light. But this sight be to late. Her grave was covered just this morn.
Now, those who reside as chicky-pets? They're not alone. They find the Ducks, sleek and fat just outside the pen. They roost in the trees at night, and eat from the feeders in the day. A webbed foot in both worlds, they shake their heads at the former lake-goers. 'Shouldn't have gone all in', the Duck leader said, 'for today, they take you away.' And it was so. They were loaded up in boxes and taken to the city. Now it's a rescue mission, but the Ducks are unwilling to help. They lied about going South, so why not lie about seeing the lakegoers? They are not our own, why should we care?
Meanwhile the geese find a herd of reindeer and settle in for the night, exhausted from their journey and the day's mournful events. When they find a human. One that speaks their language.
Meanwhile a squad of swans and Clyde go out in search for the young un's home, to tell them of her passing and to give some belated help.
Meanwhile, downstream of the lake, the swan leader is getting worse.
Aaaaand thats it for now.)
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